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‘Only you made me lose my temper, and—’ ‘I made you do so? Pah!’ Gerald at last succeeded in ripping the handkerchief from her grasp, and swiftly held it to her neck, oblivious to her now bloodied fingers clawing at his hand. Mr. Ruth could not be told now. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. We're to be given a treat to-night. Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines.
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